Today is Wasp-Sting Day...As Many Kennelog Bites I Can Get in the Legs to Ease the Fire, Scaling, and Blemishes. Phew

Sure. Why not write a little more about my sore-eye-is-us? I love my dermatologist, Dr. Moss, and the fact that in five minutes, he stabs me a few hundred times with needles and a week later, my legs clear up. Psoriasis is a barometer for stress, and it's the time of the year with the most stress, so it's a good thing. For the first time they are on top of my feet, on my forearms, and heading towards the elbows. The shots are temporary, but they work for a little while. 

It's the burning that drives me the most nuts. For those who know me, they see how hard I try to stay balanced, calm, and in the collected moment. My body can't hide the frustration, though, and in staff meetings and with administration shenanigans, I feel like flames are shooting out of my skins. 

It doesn't lie. The flesh is honest. Actually, our instincts are, too, but there is this thing called professional etiquette and not getting fired for calling people out. 

Ah, today is a great day as I am meeting with teachers in the morning and celebrating teachers in the afternoon. It's a win-win-win, especially with the wasp stings, too.

Wait? Is it humpday already? How?